Life in the Bungalow

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Finally sitting down to write Max’s birth story while he sleeps soundly beside me. Been a while since I posted anything I know but this is the biggest thing that's happened and I couldn't wait to share!
Tuesday December 18 I was one day over due. I had an appointment with
my OB and I went thinking about asking him about having me induced. I
was so uncomfortable and baby was sitting on a nerve in my back causing
me excruciating pain for over a week. The Thursday before I had ended
up at L&D since my OB thought I might have a kidney infection. Nope
just baby sitting in a bad spot.
After doing an exam, he tells me I am about 1 ½ cm dilated and about 90%
effaced. I think, hey that’s something. However baby is still
posterior. He has been so for several weeks now and my OB wasn’t sure
if he would turn on his own. He then told me that if I want I can go to
the birthing center to be induced. He had to call to make sure they
had a room for me and left my husband and I to talk it over. Without
hesitation we decided that the inducement was the way to go. Luckily we
had kept my suitcase in the car and had everything else with us just in
case. My dr came back and said they were waiting for us whenever we
were ready. My hubby and I got our things together and called my mom to
let her know what was going on. (She came and joined us later in the
afternoon.) We checked in at 11:21am and by 12:30 they had my IV in and
started the pitocin. I tested positive for GSB so they have me
antibiotics plus some fluids to keep me hydrated. My OB came and
checked on me after a couple hours to see how I was doing and I hadn’t
progressed very far. I started having some back labor, but felt the
contractions almost no where else. I decided to take a nap at one point
and lay on my left side. I started having horrible contractions. To
the point I was crying and in so much pain I could barely stand it.
After trying to bare them I switched sides, and they almost immediately
went away. It was the strangest thing.
They continued to turn up my pitocin and I progressed to about 4cm.
Unfortunately my back labor got worse and worse. I tried walking the
halls, bouncing on a birthing ball and even taking a bath. Nothing
helped. Around midnight I asked for an epidural. The anesthesiologist
was amazing! Getting the epidural wasn’t as bad as I thought, even
though it did hurt. It started relieving my back labor within about 15
minutes, enough so I decided to try and get some sleep. My mom and
hubby tried to get some sleep as well. Because baby was posterior, my
nurse and the girl she was training and sometimes my OB came to turn me
onto my other side every 30 minutes trying to get baby to turn. I
managed to get a little bit of sleep but not much. I was exhausted.
Around 4:30am my OB came back in and just the look on his face told me
he was concerned. With every contraction baby’s heart rate dropped. He
was exhausted from trying to move and my OB wanted to get him out. He
said I would need a c-section and soon. I yelled at my husband, who was
sleep on the floor, to get up that we needed to talk. A nurse had to
poke him to wake him up. I had not wanted a c-section but I wasn’t
opposed to the idea, if that’s what needed to happen, that I was ok with
that. By 5:15ish I was in the operating room with my husband sitting
by my head. My anesthesiologist talked me through everything as it was
happening which was really nice. My hubby couldn’t watch them do
anything and I’m glad I couldn’t see anything. Maxton was pulled from
my belly at 5:44am and cried his first cry shortly after. They held him
up and my first thought was, holy crap where did all his hair come
from?  Both my husband and I had been bald when we were born, so
that’s what I was expecting. They took him over to clean him up and my
hubby went with to check him out. Then they told me how much he weighed
and how long he was. 9lbs and 1oz and 21 ¼ inches long! Was not
expecting that either! No wonder he wouldn’t move. They put him in my
husband’s arms and I got to kiss his sweet face for the first time.
From that very second I was completely in love.
Because I had a c-section I had to stay in the hospital for the rest of
the week. Started to go stir crazy by like the 3rd day and couldn’t
wait to come home. Almost had to leave Max at the hospital because he
had horrible jaundice. We actually had to go back twice to have his
bilirubin done again and he lost a whole pound. Started to feed better
so he gained some weight back fairly quickly and he grew ¼ of an inch in
less then a week. He’s going to be a tall skinny kid like his dad.
These first almost two weeks have been rough with sleepless nights and
refusing to nurse. But we are working it out and things are starting to
get better! I couldn’t have asked for a better early Christmas
present!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Went to Powell's last Friday with the hubby, Eric and Amanda. Hadn't been in a while, an opportunity to visit is always welcome. I usually spend most of my time in the Rose room looking for old books to add to my collection and finding books I've never heard of with cool covers. A lot of the time I buy books by just looking at the cover. I think this was the first time that I haven't even set foot in the Rose room. I spent almost the whole 2 hours we were there looking at kids books, in between 2 trips to the restroom that is. I could have walked out with a stack of probably 50 books but I had to control myself. I did purchase a few that I love.

I also bought a good copy of Where The Wild Things Are that I'm going to use for the nursery, which I need to get started on soon. I have a whole list of books that I still want to get. Des suggested looking at Goodwill, so I'll have to do that next week after Zac get's paid.
Yesterday I went to my dear friend Peter's wedding in Tacoma.

Still seems a little crazy that he's married. There were three of us there who have known each other since 1st grade, 22 years. Really missed Brandon yesterday.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

I have a had a couple different nightmares about my baby since I have been pregnant. All of them fairly traumatizing. I don't remember one of them but two I remember vividly.
I was at the church after my baby shower or something and went to a friends van to change baby's diaper. I turned around for a minute to talk to someone and the next thing I knew, the van was driving away with baby in the back. I freaked out and tried calling them but they wouldn't answer. Tried calling the cops to see if they could help me but they wouldn't answer either. I don't remember if anything else happened but it was scary.
Side note, all my dreams about baby, good or bad, the baby has always been a girl. Strange.
The nightmare I had last night wasn't so bad but it still freaked me out a little. For some reason after giving birth I was completely out of it. Kind of like I was in a coma or something but I'm not sure. I woke up at home and my parents and Zac told me they had named the baby while I was asleep. However, they had not named her what we had decided on. It was some strange name I had never thought of before. I was like, "NO! We have to go back to the hospital so I can change her name!" I know they wouldn't name baby something different then what Zac and I have picked out but still it was very strange.

Friday, August 31, 2012

So my hormones are driving me crazy. I have been so crazy emotional today. Started off with the guys at jiffy lube being complete jerks to me. I had a major baby brain moment and was really confused. I got in my car and just lost it. Took me a good 20 minutes to stop crying. And then just now Molly came to sit next to me and put her paw on my arm and I just lost it. I do feel a little sad but I have no idea why. I hate feeling like this. I hate crying. Any time I start crying over the last couple months I get such a bad headache and I hate it. Grrr!!!

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Found out almost a month ago that I'm having a boy! At first I was a little disappointed because honestly I really wanted a girl. :) Now though I am so excited to meet our little man.
We have a crib and changing table, Pack n' play, diaper Genie, lots of clothes and a few blankets. Lots to get still. And lots to do. The crib and changing table need to be repainted. Hopefully soon. Mom's going to help me.
I took a little tumble yesterday. Missed the last step going down the stairs, fell and hit my left knee really hard. Needless to say it scared the shit out of me. I sat there crying and worrying that something was wrong with the little one. He's fine. He's been bumping me every so often and I've been poking at him making sure he's ok. I told Zach that I am not carrying anything up and down those stairs anymore that blocks my line of slight. I'm already really afraid of those stairs as it is. That and the cat being constantly under foot in the kitchen. I almost fell last night because she was right behind me and I didn't see her when I stepped back. She has a real bad habit of sitting on the floor right where we walk. Grrr!
In other news, Matthew turns 1 on Sept 3rd! I can't believe it. Trying to decide what to get him for his birthday. Leaning toward a build-a-bear. They have some cool stuff. Other then that I have no idea what to get him. I'll have to look at the toy store I guess.

Monday, July 23, 2012

So I have lots of friends who are pregnant or have been pregnant recently and lots of them seem to love being pregnant. I haven't actually asked them, so I guess I shouldn't really say that.
I however am not loving it. The first 3 months were horrible and now I am 19 weeks and am having horrible pain. I'm calling my OB today to ask him or his assistant about it. I can hardly sit for very long and going up and down the stairs is very difficult. Getting in and out of the car yesterday was a nightmare. I've asked several people about it and they all seem to think it's the same thing. Sounds like round ligament pain they say. And I guess it doesn't go away for a long time. I am not looking forward to the next 4 months of this. I need to start doing some stretches and things to help maybe and get back to a little yoga.
On top of this, I am ready to kick Molly out the door. Her fleas are out of control and she is just driving me crazy. I am just worried that when the baby comes, she will be even worse. We are giving her away at some point but Zach is very reluctant to do so. I thought that we had agreed it was best but I see nothing new after we discussed it. I still don't think he really understands how stressed out this makes me. He's not the one home with her all day and come December, I'll have a newborn and the cat and that's not going to work. She's got to go. I feel a little bad but I can't be stressed about the cat when I have a baby.
I can't wait to not be pregnant anymore. Pretty sure that the next one will be just the same. Ugh...